Kuchinta

meow. the city beacons.

so another flight within a bird. [red] this time, again.

a mix of business (tinge), romance, naturalism, god, Her, two ladies, dude, and some new greens.
Lord, i pray i return refreshed. and nostalgicalised with this return to my ex-motherland. where my father calls motherland. where i murdered about a thousand black ants, 50 bugs, 50 snails, 1 cicada, 1 scorpion and hugged my fav white doggy. i wonder how's she in canine heaven.

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                           Terminal 0ne. so this is where it'll start, some changes i observed, over the last 4 years, net terminals in airports globally has lost their drawing interest. perhaps the Pads and the Books has obsoleted them. 'cept for the short trippers like me o thine.

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Shu's still strong, and Jinger is too. I wonder how this plays out. tho' I'm getting more alone times now, and perhaps a new found love from self-walks livens me.


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Cobra's mum has returned to the Lord. Rest in peace aunty. you're an inspiration and  a beacon among the hustle that reminded that the Lord's shine trancends time and humanity. during those dark moments of spartial agony, you yourself brought HIS light to us. amazing.
your legacy lives one. respect, love & hsss...the cobras and turtle loves you.

so now, cobra & dad's kinda a renewed phase. lovely and heartwarming. simply. Love the theme.

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             so the bat rocks on, christen with a white cross, he rocks on. 9.36 says my new green. 130minutes to flight. i await the turbojets, 30,000rpm, eat that you mere cars!

               Onward, meow.